Ingeras: In the year of our Lord, fourteen forty-two, the Turkish sultan enslaved one thousand Transylvanian boys to fill the ranks of his army. These child slaves were beaten without mercy, trained to kill without conscience, to crave the blood of all who defied the Turks. From among these boys, one grew into a warrior so fierce that entire armies would retreat in terror at the mention of his name. Vlad the Impaler. Son of the Dragon. Sickened by his monstrous acts, Vlad came to bury his past with the dead and returned to Transylvania to rule in peace. His subjects called him Prince. I called him Father. But the world would come to know him as...Dracula.

Master Vampire: House Dracul. Son of the devil.Vlad: You're mistaken. It means "Son of the dragon." "Protector of the innocent."Master Vampire: Do your people know how many innocents you have killed? Was it hundreds?Vlad: Yes.[The Master Vampire grabs Vlad and pins him to a wall.]Master Vampire: Lie to me again and I'll open you from your belly to your brain and feed you your intestines.Vlad: Thousands.Master Vampire: And when you put them to the stake, what did you feel? Shame? Horror? Power? ANSWER ME!Vlad: Nothing! I felt nothing. A greater crime than the act itself.